(“Rainbow Body” detail, 2018, original encaustic)
A Journey Without A Goal
The path to enlightenment is a wondrous
And delightfully paradoxical thing!
It is complex and yet simple,
Endless and yet immediate.
The problem is it is never us who becomes enlightened,
Since enlightenment is a reunification
With what has never been divided,
And so the journey then becomes nothing but a dream.
What is found in enlightenment is what has always been,
The dharmakaya, “body of truth”,
That which is changeless
And actual.
But since this isn’t a person or identity
It means we who find it
Have never actually been separate from it
And so have never actually existed…
The questions remain;
Who/what is dreaming?
How can they/it actually ever wake up?
What then is the true nature of the dream?
(8/11/25)
It's possible to know from whence I came
There is no need to even have a name
I am a part of eternal creation
Reunification is my destination
Born of the same energy of all creation
I seek form to experience the relation
Between the parts that make up the whole
Unveiling the purpose of my soul
Life in any form any time or anywhere
Has the opportunity to become aware
To understand its relationship to the whole
Revealing its purpose in life its unique role.
Be thankful for life and for having a part
Interact with the others from your heart.
We moved back into the residence yesterday - we were jubilant - and had a slumb-over last night, to celebrate our reunification. We woke up joyous, on the right side of the same bed (slumb-over), and we’ve been bouncing off the walls ever since.
We’re in the ‘settling in’ phase, restocking our Keurigs, getting our same-’ol furniture in the same-’ol places, picking up our books. In this liminal space, between sugarplums and sutures, our shrinking free-time will sag with increasing weight. Even last night’s normally fabulous martinis began to taste metallically laced with formaldehyde.
Once we’re settled in, our leisure will begin to have the tight, mangled fit of a borrowed jacket. “We’ve got to gear up.” Lisa said, just this morning and even as I type this, my eyes are flitting between my dog-eared copy of Gray's Anatomy and the mcat prep hub.
Classes start in 5 days. Free days burn bright, but disappear in a blink. Time is a precious coin.
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*slumb-over = slumber party
Teenage yeshiva students from America
'Big Heroes' - 'Land of Israel Nationalists'
All yell 'Death to the Arabs' as they smile for the cameras
A 'real good look' for 'Parents'-skins'-in-the-game activists'
Another year come and gone; another Flag March survived
Its sole achievement, stoking ultra-nationalistic pride
Next to the sea of blue-and-white flags burns white-hot terror
Ready to avenge insults directed at ~
Palestinian flag standard-bearers
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The Flag March was originally meant to commemorate the capture
of East Jerusalem and the reunification of Jerusalem during the
1967 ('Six-Day') War. What it's become now is, in my opinion, a
gross perversion of its original message of 'Unification.'
Richer than noblest wealth
rainy quiet morning
Ripe thoughts buzz in the brain
Roses fearfully thorns
Remember when I'm gone
rainbow will shine one day
~ reunification
17/04/2021
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the love of my life
my only love
my only life
ripped away
forever
the loss of her presence resounds
a reverberation echoing
through the halls of memory
each one so bittersweet to my mind
a laugh, a sigh, a tear i cry
the most horrible pain
ever endured
wanting
wanting
an end to this pain
an end to this life
needing
needing
a kiss
a hug
a new beginning
awaiting the new future
and the reunification of the twain
Saigon 1995
Saigon 1995
In 1995
I was one of the first American tourists
Allowed into Vietnam
To freely wander about
Tourism was at its infancy
And Saigon was chaotic
Wild and crazy
Traffic was insane
There were few tourism sites
Few hotels
Few guest houses
And not too many restaurants
The food was good
We saw the war memorial
The reunification palace
And the big market
But we felt we were being monitored
Beggars were everywhere
There were scams everywhere
And it was not that pleasant an experience
But Saigon grew up
Became a much more tourist-friendly place
And these problems we encountered
A thing of the place
Saigon is so much better
So much more developed
That it has captured our soul
And we will be back
Winter Freedom
I gaze out my frosty parlour window,
To take in the magical wintry sight,
The evergreens sway in swirling snow,
That transforms the streets to carpets of white,
Burdens of life into crystals so bright,
Filling my heart with Winter’s weightless light.
In times so recent mountains are too high,
I struggle to climb over, but cannot,
Which ensues an involuntary sigh,
No one notices how hard I have fought,
Scrapes, diverse bruises acquired for naught?
Victory escapes; though steadily sought.
Effortlessly each flake floats freely forth,
Mindless of its fated destination,
Unaware that others measure its worth,
From the birth of each crystal creation,
To scapes of flake reunification,
Above the natter; matchless elation.
The minutes spent allow me to absorb
Winter’s view, calmed by its burden free orb.
(Sonnet)
12/27/2018
Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
The son of man
Is to become
The child of God
That is respectable
Fore-
Beyond reprehension
In his house
There are many facets'
For the homage
Which the Lord Jehovah
Has taken his privy'
On the entire house hold
And they all culminate
With the Reunification
Satyr the Lord
Almighty
GF
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